Gradually, the sun came back, the warmth returned.
I sat meditating for a while, then, under the waxing gibbous sun, did the obvious thing.
Yeah, that's me, enjoy it.
I swam, came ashore, meditated until the eclipse was fully over. I did a fair bit of psycho-magic head work during this time.
Eventually, I took all my gear back to my tent, and wandered through the festival to the beach area, not speaking a word. One chap tried to talk with me "wasn't that great?" etc, but I used signs to show I wasn't in speaking mode due to my mind being totally BLOWN. Another guy saw this and trotted over to give me a hug and a pat on the back.
He understood.
I wore bathers this time, and went for a long swim, resting on a platform on the lake made of shipping pallets fixed in dead trees. Clear light, beautiful location, rippling water ... heavenly.
Eventually I swam back to shore and wandered back to my tent, had some fruit, and - having not spoken for about three hours post-eclipse - rejoined my camp mates.
We spent the rest of that day chilling out in the shade, having the occasional swim, and enjoying ourselves. There was
and champagne and scotch-and-coke. They had a watermelon that had bourbon in it, but the bourbon had about 5% hash oil in it! Did I mention one of these crew buys whippits five cartons at a time? (That's 1,800 bulbs, lazybrain
). There was some more
and towards dusk four of us went for a stroll up the hill with a cocktail, that was
mostly champagne.
Shortly after sunset I went to bed, slipped off into trippy dreams with trance-techno from the sound stage leaking in.
One of the most amazing experiences I've ever had. I'm buzzed just writing about it.